"One night stand type. Who knows how many guys she's slept with? Easy as hell." Corey stared at his reflection in the window above Mikara's head; he tried fruitlessly to flatten his black hair, which was sticking up as usual. Corey's eyes were yellow, which was unusual, reflecting his naga blood.

Clara, their somewhat friend, somewhat enemy joined them on board, and as always slapped Corey's a$$. Miraka rolled her pick and crimson eyes.
Clara had blue eyes, and ice white blonde hair, also a fearsome crush on Corey.

Ooc: I kept typing Cole instead of Corey in that last message.

"Without heroes we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go."